A/N: This story now has a definite ending (which I've never really had before, because I'm insane), so I can pretty much definitely tell you that there are to be 10 chapters in it. And 15 musical numbers. Gotta love that creativity.

Also, to those of you who are following my Dr. Who/Glee crossover fic, "Dream Role", sorry that that's taken me so much time to update. It will probably be finished soon. Probably XP

I wasn't really sure where Sam and I stood. We hadn't spoke very much since the Duets competition, and even when he'd stood up for me against Karofsky, the only words I'd even vaguely uttered in his general direction were "Especially Sam."

To say that I was surprised that Sam had asked me for my help would cover my feelings quite nicely. I was also, however, pleasantly flattered. After all, he could have easily gone to Rachel, or to one of the guys about song selection. Instead, he specifically chose me.

Which, me being me, never happened very much. None of the guys usually chose to hang out with me because they were afraid of 'catching the gay' or something equally ludicrous.

With Sam, however, I think he had to stifle back his enthusiasm. And the way he smiled, well… it was catchy. I could definitely get used to it.

We got comfortable in my room, both of us flipping through albums silently.

Kurt's music collection is… to put it lightly… pretty awesome. I've listened to a heap of songs, and some of them would be perfect – if we were already in a relationship. A few of them might work, though.

I had a moment of inspiration when I noticed that one of the songs from Lady Gaga's second album (Kurt insisted that it wasn't an album, it was an EP – whatever that meant) was called 'So Happy I Could Die'. It was perfect!

Kurt made me so happy that, I could die. So, all I had to do was sing that song. I was sure that that was the right way of approaching the challenge. Kurt loves Lady Gaga, and it would be fantastic.

I went to Kurt and asked if I could hear one of the songs on the CD. He told me I could, and put it in his CD player. The song started and I really liked the beat.

…

Wait, what?

Kurt had actually started to roll on the floor laughing at my face when I heard the words of the song.

It was about masturbation.

Damn. That's out.

So we arrived at the point we are now, where I'm still looking at his CDs. They're all pretty good, so there's a lot of choice.

I'm listening to Katy Perry's Teenage Dream album when I find a song that would be perfect to describe Kurt… but it's too high for me. And it would definitely sound better sung by a girl.

That, I think, can be arranged.

Sam and I sat for hours looking at songs and albums that I'd forgotten I knew.

I found a few great songs that I know I'd like to sing, so I measure the evening on the whole as a success.

It's when Blaine arrives at seven that I realize just how much time we've spent together looking.

With Sam, it was so natural – like we just fell into place together. He and I had the chemistry that I'd worked so hard to form with Blaine, so the time just flew away. I didn't fell nervous around him, or different. I felt like myself. Like he wanted me to be myself, and I really liked that feeling.

I quickly grabbed a jacket and walked Sam to the door.

"Thanks for the help," he said, and I knew that he meant it. He really appreciated that I'd taken time to help him.

"It's no biggie, Sam, really," I gushed back in reply. "Any time."

I opened the door, when Finn suddenly appeared in the foyer.

"Hey, Kurt, why don't you go on ahead," he told me. "I'll let Sam out – we have a few things we need to talk about."

Sam gulped, and I felt torn between insisting that he should go, or leaving him to my step-brother's mercy (even though I had no idea why Finn would want to do harm to Sam, seeing as he'd been the one who stole Sam's girlfriend), but ultimately I smiled and nodded.

"Have a good time on your date," Finn said, as I left out the door, and I hoped his wishes would amount to something.

"Yeah, have fun. See you tomorrow," Sam said, and I smiled.

"See you later, guys."

I walked out of the door with a smile on my face.

I loved spending time with Sam. But I was smiling because Blaine was here, right?

Right.

I turn and look at Finn with wide eyes and thinly pressed lips (well, as thinly as I can make them). He just crosses his arms.

We both look at each other tensely for a moment, before he suddenly breaks out into laughter. He's laughing very hard, and I'm pretty puzzled.

"What's so funny?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know.

"Oh… it's just," he starts to giggle, "the look on your face. Sorry, I just…" this is when the cackling begins. "Jeez, sorry, I just… I couldn't help myself. Ah." He sighed. "Look, Sam," he began, "I had to do that. I needed to do the big brother thing. Even when Blaine started dating Kurt, he never let me be a proper brother and scare the living daylights out of his boyfriend. It was really annoying."

"So, you were just fishing for satisfaction."

"Yeah," he says, giving me that goofy grin of his.

"Well, are you satisfied?"

He nods. "I think I am, yeah." His smile fades slowly, and his face becomes serious. He directs me towards the couch, and we both take a seat.

"I like you, Sam," Finn says. "I think you're a nice guy, and Kurt would be lucky to have you, if that's what you want."

"It… it is. He is. I want him." Finn looks at me with a face that's screaming 'TMI' and I quickly add, "To be my boyfriend, that is. I want him to be my boyfriend." Finn nods in approval. "The only problem is, though, he's got a boyfriend already. And he worships the ground that Blaine walks on."

"Blaine's a really nice guy," Finn says, and I get that he doesn't understand.

"That might be true, but have you seen what's happening to Kurt?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, ever since Kurt's come back to McKinley, I've been looking what he's wearing."

"Only since he's come back to McKinley?" Finn asks with a cheeky smirk.

"You know what I mean, Finn. What he's wearing… it's not Kurt."

"Like… it's dull?"

My face lights up. "Yes! It's all greys and whites and blacks and it's just… not bright enough. The stuff he's wearing, it's so plain… I didn't even think that Kurt had stuff like that in his wardrobe. It was physically impossible for me to even consider that he had stuff so… boring."

Finn nods. "I think you're right, dude."

"I just don't know if it was Dalton, or Blaine, or a combination of both, but since Kurt's come back, he's just become… a shell. A shell of himself, a shell of the awesome, blinding person he used to be."

"Well, you've gotta do something about it, don't you?" Finn notices my face fall – he's not going to help me? "Well, what I'm saying is, that I'll help you, but I'm not splitting him and Blaine up for you. Blaine makes him happy, and I don't even know if you're gay."

"I'm…" I'd promised myself I wasn't going to do this. Wasn't going to say those few words that had gotten me driven out of my last school from the harshness of the reception. "I'm bisexual. I've been bisexual for a long time, I've just never told anyone from this school about it, because I got bullied so badly at my last school."

Finn nods like he understands. He doesn't, but I know he has a vague idea. "Okay dude, but I'm still not going to split them up."

"That's okay. But, if I do manage to, somehow, break the two of them apart, would you root for me?"

"Sure, dude," he grins back. "After all, you're kind of perfect for him. Judging by previous interests, i.e. me," at this point I do a double take but Finn just barrels along, "you're pretty much exactly Kurt's type. You're athletic, and you're also, and this is my objective, male appreciation, kind of good looking (and we also know that I'm good looking, so we know that Kurt likes good looking guys), and you're goofy like me too. You could also hold your own in a conversation with Burt, which goes a long way in Kurt's books." At this point I gulp, because I think Kurt's dad would probably rather kill me and bury my body discreetly than have a conversation with me. "I'll totally be on Team Sam when the time comes. You've got my vote."

"Thanks, Finn." I stand up slowly, stretching. "I'd better get home."

Finn walks me to the door, but when we get there, I stop.

"You know, Kurt's pretty damn lucky to have you as a brother."

"Fatlery won't help you, Sam, but I do welcome the compliment."

"Umm… it's flattery, actually."

Finn doesn't look upset to be corrected at all. "And you're smart. I knew we'd find Kurt's match someday."

I laugh, and start the drive home.

And when I get there, I've got a call to make.